Hamlet Off-Stage: Hambeau Heartbroke Horny

Ophelia claims we’re dead and gives me back All my Frank Zappa and the Mothers albums. I nearly claw out of my shell and say, “You can’t,” but for a moment I’ve nothing To quote. I’m rot, mortis of broken heart. Hog wash! Lovers don’t die of broken hearts. Lovebirds perish because of broken heads, The brain a windshield shattered by Why? Why? Hairless, my head looks like a turtle shell, Puzzle pieces of me that now don’t fit. What can a turtle Hamster do but crawl? Can’t pull in my six flags like a castle. I crawl away, neck poked out like a prick Head broke, heart broke, but balls in perfect health.